Bound to the Fey (Book Four of The Mortal Champion): (A Supernatural, Fairy, College, Erotic Romance)
Authors: Reed James
Bound to the Fey
Book Four of the Mortal Champion
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2015 by Reed James
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Table of Contents
The Mortal Champion
My Fallen Angel
Other Supernatural Erotica
Chapter One: Rose of Despair
Chapter Two: Lacy Chains
Chapter Three: Choice
Chapter Four: Voyeur's Pain
Chapter Five: Friends
Chapter Six: Awkward Reunion
Chapter Seven: Doubt
Chapter Eight: The Test
Chapter Nine: Moonbeams
Chapter Ten: Corrigan's Victory
Chapter Eleven: Rose and Ice
Chapter Twelve: Tangled Web
Sneak Preview of “The Pixie's Passion”
Other Works by Reed James
About the Author
The Mortal Champion
The Pixie's Passion (Book One of the Mortal Champion)
Winter's Kiss (Book Two of The Mortal Champion)
The Fires of Passion (Book Three of the Mortal Champion)
Bound to the Fey (Book Four of the Mortal Champion)
Fairy Pact (Book Five of the Mortal Champion)*
Book Six of the Mortal Champion*
Book Seven of the Mortal Champion*
Book Eight of the Mortal Champion*
*forthcoming
My Fallen Angel
My Fallen Angel 1: The Girls of My Dreams
My Fallen Angel 2: White-Feathered Angel
My Fallen Angel 3: Wings of Gray
My Fallen Angel 4: My Familiar Succuba
My Fallen Angel 5: Light's Redemption
Other Supernatural Erotica
The Battered Lamp 1: Genie of Desire
The Battered Lamp 2: Servant of Desire
The Battered Lamp 3: Witch of Desire
The Battered Lamp 4: Harem of Passion
The Battered Lamp 5: Succubus of Lust
The Battered Lamp 6: Concubines of Passion
The Battered Lamp 7: Covens of Lust
The Battered Lamp 8: Genie of Lust
The Battered Lamp 9: Wives of Passion
The Battered Lamp 10: Submissive Witch
The Battered Lamp 11: Succubus Desires
The Battered Lamp 12: The Genie's Concubine
The Battered Lamp 13: Concubines Passion
The Battered Lamp 14: Passionate Visitors
The Battered Lamp 15: The Concubines' Games
The Battered Lamp 16: The Cougar's Passion
The Battered Lamp 17: Unearthly Delight
The Battered Lamp 18: A Nurse's Touch
The Battered Lamp 19: Harem Delights
The Battered Lamp 20: Passionate Reunion
The Battered Lamp 21: Incubus Desires
The Battered Lamp 22: Fiery Passion
The Battered Lamp 23: Submissive Genie
The Battered Lamp 24: Serving the Genie
The Battered Lamp 25: The Loving Concubines
The Battered Lamp 26: The Genie's Seduction
The Battered Lamp 27: Genie Passion
Succubus Cafe 1: My Submissive Desire
Chapter One: Rose of Despair
I lost him.
The thought echoed through the Pixie's mind as she stared up at the dark storm clouds churning above her. She lay naked, hidden by the tightly-grown rose brushes, concealed from the outside world. From her failure.
I lost him.
Only hours ago, she had been happy and engaged to the Mortal Champion. To Gunnar.
Maeve of the Red Rose had left Summer, the realm of the Seelie Faerie, and ventured forth into the Mortal World. She was the Emissary of Queen Titania, sent to find the Mortal Champion before Mab, Queen of Air and Darkness, could claim him.
And now Corrigan, Winter's Emissary, had done just that.
And it's all my fault.
A month ago, she had crossed over and met Gunnar. Not only had she found the Mortal Champion before Winter, but she had won his heart. Gunnar was amazing. He was strong and loving, passionate and caring. He was a warrior and poet.
Nurseful...
Together, they had forged a strong love, armoring Gunnar from Corrigan's foul magic.
So long as Maeve and Gunnar loved each other, Corrigan of the Winter's Kiss, a vile Lean Sidhe of the Unseelie Fey, could not use her magic to twist Gunnar's love and enslave him. So Corrigan had first tried to kill Maeve.
But the Pixie had survived, and the assassination attempt only seemed to bring her and Gunnar closer together. And then he had proposed marriage a week ago.
The naked Pixie brushed her finger against the engagement ring on her left hand as the rain hammered her. Her gossamer wings fluttered once, half submerged in icy, muddy water. The cold seeped into the Fey, but she didn't notice it as she ran through her mistakes over and over.
I lost him.
Even as Maeve and Gunnar had grown closer and closer, she found it harder and harder to admit to Gunnar what she truly was. She couldn't bear for her solid, practical, stubborn warrior to reject her true nature. Gunnar didn't believe in magic or Fairies. She kept putting it off and off while Gunnar became more and more convinced that Maeve was open and honest with him.
And Corrigan had used that mistake to shatter Gunnar's love.
While celebrating her engagement to Gunnar—what poor, dead Magda had called a bachelorette party—a Bodath had attacked Maeve's sorority. The foul Fey had been birthed by Corrigan and tore through Maeve's protective spells around the sorority with ease. Though Maeve had killed the Bodath, strangling the beast with roses, the Fey had killed Magda.
I let down Gunnar and my best friend.
In a fury over the beautiful Magda's death, the Pixie had launched herself into the night. She had been full of the fiery passion of love and Summer. Maeve had followed the Bodath's trail to Corrigan's house.
Maeve had been so full of rage she hadn't immediately noticed Gunnar's presence. The Pixie had blown apart Corrigan's wards and blasted open her living room. She had flown in, ready to burn the Lean Sidhe apart.
Instead Corrigan was kissing Gunnar. And instead of fighting Maeve, Corrigan had cast a glamour, clouding Gunnar's vision while she cried and blubbered, hiding behind Gunnar. Before Maeve knew what was happening, Corrigan's pair of hellhounds had leaped past the Pixie to attack Gunnar. Corrigan had been ready for this moment, handing Gunnar a cold iron poker. Maeve's mighty warrior had easily dispatched the pair of hellhounds while Corrigan maintained her terrified act.
Gunnar had thought Maeve had sent the hellhounds to attack him. Corrigan's glamour had made him see the Pixie as something foul. Maeve had tried to break the illusion, but she had stood in the heart of Corrigan's power. Because of her failure, Gunnar's love had been shattered by the belief his fiancee had tried to kill him.
That I am a monster.
Maeve had witnessed Gunnar's love shatter. She could see people's auras, read their hearts, and Gunnar's love in her had been badly damaged. It left him open to Corrigan's touch. Maeve had kept trying, but Gunnar had the cold iron poker gripped in his fist. He had been terrified of her, brandishing the foul cold iron—the only substance truly poisonous to a Fey—at her.
Despair had claimed Maeve, and she had fled to her roses.
I lost him.
Images of Gunnar kneeling before Corrigan flooded her mind. Her strong warrior was owned by Winter. Corrigan had manipulated Maeve into destroying her own love.
Only despair filled Maeve, driving away all her love. Bit by bit, she would let grief steal her away into dreamless sleep and fade from the world.
I lost him.
~ ~ ~
Gunnar's mind didn't want to work as he followed Corrigan through her house. The disgusting, foul thing that had been his fiancee had ripped out his heart when she flew off, leaving only a hollow hole that needed filling. Even if it was with Corrigan.
His mind rebelled at comprehending what his fiancee had really turned out to be. How his sweet, loving, playful lover had secretly been a hideous fiend didn't make sense to Gunnar. He didn't want to think about it.
Once again, the woman I love turned out to be a monster.
First Mindy had crushed Gunnar's heart when she revealed that she was secretly a slut, letting every guy at a party gangbang her. And now Maeve. Gunnar was glad his heart was gone. He only wished the pain would flee as well.
Corrigan's perfect, shapely ass swayed before him as she climbed the stairs. Flashes of her shaved pussy appeared between her sleek thighs. Her violet hair fell in a curtain down her back, swaying as she walked, and her golden eyes shot him smoky looks over her shoulder, beckoning him onward.
